Peace to be believed.

Just one more miracle

is all that’s ever needed.

The blind to see,

the lame to walk,

lest we talk of you

in silent speech.

Consecrate the ground,

may the fruit trees grow.

All of this

buried in the dust

from long ago.

Seek your sinners here.

Let them become more

than the sound of the wind

in a whisper.

All of us entombed

in the end.

No intention to leave,

but to stay within her.

Teach us now.

Martyr us now.

When we reject light,

you enshrine us in darkness.

Fade into grey.

Our fate proclaims

your ascension.



DJR – 2023

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